12.06.2001

i like peanut butter on saltine crackers.
when the clock reads eleven eleven or when i see the first star i see tonight, i doubt my wishes really will come true. sometimes i don't even have wishes. out of habit come the crossed fingers, little rhymes and squeezed shut eyes. the world seemed two dimensional today and gray clouds popped out occasionally, enough to make it seem that i am floating without purpose or true freedom of choice.